Milly
Ben’s cock fills me perfectly, stretching me in the best way possible. I sigh into the sensation of being full as he waits for me to adjust. He’s such a gentleman; letting me crash in his spare room, eating me out, and then stuffing me full of his cock. He’s even using a condom. I can’t believe I had to cross an ocean to find this.
“Are you okay?” he asks politely, kissing my shoulder and then making his way down my chest.
“Perfect,” I answer him.
Ben shifts so that he’s on his knees, driving his dick deeper inside me. I groan with satisfaction, and he just smirks. Clearly, he knows what he’s got between his legs and how to use it. My legs drape around his waist, and he places his hands on my hips before thrusting slow and deep.
“Absolutely perfect,” he murmurs in agreement.
I stare up at him, absorbing the feeling of his hands on my body, the sensation of his cock thrusting in and out, and at that moment, I feel everything and nothing all at once. The combination of passion, desire, and touch fills and empties my mind. He makes me melt into a puddle of desires, feelings, and emotions until I submit to his hands, cock and mouth. It’s either Ben or nothing.
“Fuck, when you look at me like that,” he groans, sucking in a breath. He slides his cock almost all the way out and then thrusts hard and fast into me. I cry out in pleasure. He does this again, eliciting another cry.
“Touch yourself,” he commands. “I want to see you shaking with desire.”
My hand snakes between our sweat-soaked bodies to my drenched center. My fingers brush over my clit slowly, but it’s not enough. My body is tense with a burning need that Ben created.
“Keep touching yourself,” he urges me as his rhythm increases. I close my eyes, and my head falls back. I’m totally lost to him. I stroke my clit furiously to match his pace as my need for release intensifies. I hear a whine and realize it’s me.
“Please,” I beg him.
With his large hands, Ben pins my legs wide and pounds into me. I want to scream out because this is exactly what I need. He continues to punish me with each thrust of his cock while I continue to meet his demands, my fingers working my sensitive clit until I can’t stand it, and I give in completely. My body shakes below Ben’s massive frame as he buries himself deep inside me one final time. A feral sound escapes his lips before he collapses on top of me in a quivering, quaking heap.
“Jesus,” I hear him mutter. His hands leisurely explore my body as our breathing and heartrates return to a semi-normal state. He tips his head down and places a smacking kiss on my lips.
I’ve never been good at post-sex cuddling, and the longer Ben holds me, the more I want to squirm away. He saves me by popping up and walking into the kitchen to dispose of the condom. I turn onto my stomach and watch his magnificent ass on full display. Actually, all of Ben is pretty magnificent from his tight ass to his sculpted arms to the Winston Churchill quote tattooed in thin script just under his left collarbone.
“I should have asked this sooner, but how long are you staying in London?” Ben grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and twists the cap with a crack before tossing it into the trash and taking a long drink.
“I don’t know. A month maybe,” I tell him. I’m lucky to have a job that enables me to work remotely, so even though I’m traveling, I’m still able to earn an income. A month seemed like an adequate time to explore London before moving on to check off another place on my long travel bucket list.
Ben frowns. “A month? I don’t think that’s nearly long enough.”
“For what?”
“For me to fuck you every place possible,” he says with a grin that fills his entire face. “Have you ever been fucked at the V&A? The London Eye?”
“Oh my god,” I groan because those are all very public places, and I’m pretty sure that fucking is not allowed in either location.
“Maybe a quick shag in the Tower of London? Amongst all of those glittering diamonds?”
Ben walks back to the living room and extends the bottle of water in my direction. I sit up and grab it from him before taking a long drink. “That’s not really what I had in mind when I booked this trip.”
I scramble up from the floor and onto the couch. I spot my T-shirt in a pitiful heap and reach for it, but Ben stops me. “Don’t even think about putting that back on,” he states firmly.
“I’m naked,” I exclaim.
“So am I,” he says matter-of-factly. “Now tell me what you had in mind when you booked this trip.”
I roll my eyes and sigh. “To cure my wanderlust. When I was in college, all my friends studied abroad. I was supposed to go with them, but I let anyone and everyone talk me out of it. My boyfriend at the time thought I was going to come here and screw every guy imaginable. My mom thought a terrorist was going to murder me. So, I chickened out. I’ve regretted it ever since.”
“And what made you change your mind?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I have a great job that lets me work remotely, so there’s no need to stay in one place.” I hesitate a moment before telling him the next part. “And then Stacy, the current president of my sorority, a girl I don’t even know really, sends out a group text telling us that this is our year to make all our dreams come true. It sounds so cheesy, but it’s exactly what I needed to book this trip.”
Ben narrows his eyes. “But why March? This is literally the shittiest time to come to London.”
“Why not March? I didn’t want to give myself time to find a reason not to do this.”
Ben leans over and kisses me sweetly. I’m growing fond of his kisses. Hard, soft, sweet, slow, I’ll take them however I can get them. “Let’s get showered then. I’ll take you wherever you want to go today.”
“Don’t you have to work?”
“It’s my day off. Besides, I own the place.” He stands up and reaches out his hand toward me. The moment I place my hand in his, I feel something change. There was magnetic energy when we first met, pulling us together. I couldn’t deny that. This time, though, I feel more.